from across the disco Bank notes burn like broken equipment Lookin' for shelter, read just your position Thought control ghost written confessions Two dimensions dumb your head
The smoke was getting thicker The judge read the verdict Said "cut off his head!" Well they placed me on the altar And they raised up the axe My head
you smashed a plate over my head then i set fire to our bed you hit me once i hit you back you gave a kick i gave a slap you smashed a plate over my head
You smashed a plate over my head Then I set fire to our bed You hit me once I hit you back You gave a kick I gave a slap You smashed a plate over my head
, players with cream If I die my spirit will jump inside machines Runnin' niggaz over like Christine (Sorry) I mix the green with the last piece of hashish, ass-burning
gave to her She had eyes bright enough To burn me they reminded me of yours And in a story told she was a little girl In a red-rouge, sun-bruised field
machine. ?You are my sunshine, my only sunshine? I kissed a girl with a broken jaw that her father gave to her. She had eyes bright enough to burn
see if he can be ya savior When I cave ya chest in with me murder weapon They can't find out Smith and Wesson Only glocks and street machines with infer
Yo, yo, brain gets punctured and drained through the nasal Hour of assassination be upon you Movin' with the tiger strike, bound, gagged and shot Red the head
Bite it, stomp on a beat Possess hollow head battle teeth Tony Atlas Wu status, now, wisdom to the masses Cock back my tongue like a hammer My head
get nadda from me, Not a crumb, Not a dime, Not a ticket, Not a pass It's the end of your free ride... You thought The Burning Red sucked? Fuck you,
just begun Burning like a hell, goddamn It's just a different time and another kind of Vietnam Burning fire, we are going to burn in the fire We're gonna burn
Thank the loyal servants for being so loyal, soon they'll be happy and very safe; if not, sent off like a pigeon with his head cut off. if it wasn't for
me OK I lay me down to sleep, creepin' a slumber under red skies Heads splittin', straight sippin' a drip of dead vibes It's red tides from here, stop
base tied, face mine's and make God clones We can manufacture medicine cut into 5-digit slide clock the essentials in (I'll be a bill collector) My destinies resting with red
inside their head Holy men who walk with the dead We don't want your holy war Don't need this bloodshed anymore The funeral pyres burn evermore We don
A burning village in Kosovo You bombed it out, now you're telling us go home Machine guns strut on the cliffs of Dover Heads down, people look out,
rings blow from across the disco Bank notes, burn like broken equipment Looking for shelter via juxtaposition Thought control, those written confessions Two dimensions, dumb your head